Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312 
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
|
Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 12, 2017 13:14:16 GMT -8
"Very well, let's get going." Shintaro walks with Osma and Disco heading back to Itami-cho. He listened to Osma and thought back to earlier when she was talking to those things, "Ah, makes sense with when you tried talking to them. Think your lessons will end up being worthwhile to them? I'm sure they'll survive that monster."
In the end, this would all work out. Osma was rescued, the Hunting Legion would be punished from their own foolishness, minimal casualties. If the original plan had gone forward, things would have been messier, many more would be dead. Hopefully they wouldn't try kidnapping again, not on HIS turf, and especially not Osma.
|
|
Osma Gaiman
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 193 
Age: 22
Physical Description: Physical Description:
Osma has fair skin, since she never had to toil outdoors. Her brown hair is so dark it is almost black and rests in long waves down to her waist. Her eyebrows are thick, since plucking them hasn't been invented yet. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes common.
She wasn't hit with the ugly stick when she was born, if one doesn't take into account an ugly personality.
Clothes and Equipment: Clothes and Equipment
A few dresses of good quality, made for warmth. Animal furs and lots of Stag horns on everything. Its a symbol of the noble house she is from.
Plant powders and the like hidden in "poison rings" and necklaces. Etc.
Knife and other tools used to harvest plants and birth babies.
Registered: Sept 17, 2016 8:24:18 GMT -8
|
Post by Osma Gaiman on Mar 12, 2017 18:19:42 GMT -8
Osma keep her hand on the bandages, pressed to Disco's rump.
She scuffed at the idea of her lessons being worthwhile. "I very much doubt it." Then again, it had started a rash of breeding. She shivered at the memory.
"If it does, there will be a lot more of them to deal with." Her voice dripped with flat regret.
She glanced to his back where he lead Disco(?). "I was trying to stall for time. I kept looking for you. I thought, if anyone did, you would come. Thank you... for showing up." She blinked away tears and pulled the cloak more around herself with her free hand.
|
|
Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
|
Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Mar 15, 2017 21:40:46 GMT -8
Shintaro looked over at Osma, she tears going down her face. The poor woman. He places his hand on her free hand, wanting to be comforting. "All will be well. You're safe now."
|
|
Warlord Shintaro Nishida
Dedicated
Marquis of Aozora
Roleplay posts: 312
Age: 25
Clothes and Equipment: Eye Patch, Katana and Wakizashi, Odachi
Registered: Sept 3, 2015 22:12:26 GMT -8
|
Post by Warlord Shintaro Nishida on Oct 6, 2017 21:07:15 GMT -8
_______________________________
Months after the liberation of Taloum, Shintaro is taking a ride through the meadow into the forest near Lake Usher. His steed was Dead Disco, who had survived his injuries from rescuing Lady Osma, this time Disco was not Dead. He was retired from being a military horse, but was still favored by the Marquis as a personal companion on a casual day enjoying the landscape. Disco trotted through the forest on a path he was familiar with. Shintaro wore his fine robes that he'd brought over from his homeland Katashima, His hair was tied back in a ponytail. By his hip rested Shintaro's sheathed Katana. It had been a relaxing day so far, trips out here helped relieve the stress of running a nation. It had been many years since he last felt such peace, back when he was a boy, before the civil war that would eventually rip the island nation of Katashima apart. Things looked much better these days, for now his new nation was safe and secure.
|
|
Maru Smith
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 20
Physical Description: Maru is a 5'10 lapine woman, with olive skin and long white hair let to grow long and messy down to her middle back. Her eyes glow purple with the power of the Wyld, and her clothes are fashioned out of hardened bark.
Her figure is not by any means voluptuous, instead being thin and strongly defined by the lines of her powerful musculature.
Registered: Mar 3, 2018 22:21:49 GMT -8
|
Post by Maru Smith on Apr 10, 2018 17:18:36 GMT -8
Maru creeps through the undergrowth, bow in hand, quiver on her hip, following the quarry of a deer. Her large ears pulled flat against her head to make her less noticeable.
She draws back her bow with a quiet groan of stretched wood and sinew, and then fires an arrow.
The arrow cuts through the air, and passes just to the left of the deer's head, doing nothing but ruffling its fur. The deer runs off deeper into the forest, and Maru sighs, standing up and starting to follow its tracks again.
|
|
The Wyld Hordes
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: With the reawakening of the Wyld, hordes of parasitised thralls begin to pour across the lands, spreading the chaos and black dread of the Wyld. They have one goal: destroy civilisation, return the world to a state in which it is in perpetual flux, make the weak fear the strong again. They pursue this goal with relentless fervor, driven by the whispers in their minds and the hulking crow-like beasts that accompany them.
Registered: Apr 4, 2018 19:24:12 GMT -8
|
Post by The Wyld Hordes on Apr 10, 2018 17:41:01 GMT -8
All throughout the day, there have been occasional slight tremors resonating throughout the ground below Maru's feet. Perhaps she's noticed, perhaps not. Perhaps this slight detriment to balance is even the cause of her failed hunts.
Whether she noticed them before or not, the tremors have begun to grow in intensity, the ground abruptly beginning to shake and tremble as if the earth itself shivers in fear. A large murder of crows suddenly gathers overhead, as if materialising from thin air, circling roughly about the clearing where Maru stands.
Without warning, a thick writhing mass of vines splits the earth beneath Maru's feet. They're hideous, gnarled things, covered in thorns and slick with sap, and they seem to writhe and move about with a mind of their own. One of the vines whips toward Maru's leg, attempting to wrap about it. If it succeeds, the thorns grow in length rapidly, puncturing her bared foreleg, a searing pain emanating from the puncture wound, before her leg goes numb and becomes useless.
In the event of her escape the vines will creep behind her relentlessly, burrowing through the forest, more and more of the gnarled masses bursting from the ground left and right. The murder of crows follows every movement, their keen eyes all focused upon the rabbit, the terrible cacophony of their caws filling the air, a dissonant symphony of death.
|
|
Maru Smith
New
Roleplay posts: 4
Age: 20
Physical Description: Maru is a 5'10 lapine woman, with olive skin and long white hair let to grow long and messy down to her middle back. Her eyes glow purple with the power of the Wyld, and her clothes are fashioned out of hardened bark.
Her figure is not by any means voluptuous, instead being thin and strongly defined by the lines of her powerful musculature.
Registered: Mar 3, 2018 22:21:49 GMT -8
|
Post by Maru Smith on Apr 10, 2018 17:45:18 GMT -8
Her leg stuck in the mass of vines, she cries out in pain, gripping onto her leg and trying to pull it out desperately, falling to the ground, her ears pulled flat against her head again, this time not out of a need to make herself less visible, but out of sheer terror
"Help! Someone help! Please!"
|
|
The Wyld Hordes
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Physical Description: With the reawakening of the Wyld, hordes of parasitised thralls begin to pour across the lands, spreading the chaos and black dread of the Wyld. They have one goal: destroy civilisation, return the world to a state in which it is in perpetual flux, make the weak fear the strong again. They pursue this goal with relentless fervor, driven by the whispers in their minds and the hulking crow-like beasts that accompany them.
Registered: Apr 4, 2018 19:24:12 GMT -8
|
Post by The Wyld Hordes on Apr 10, 2018 18:58:39 GMT -8
The lapine woman's cries fall upon a deaf forest as the vines creep their way up her body, those invasive thorns digging themselves into her flesh as they wrap about her limbs and torso, slowly working toward her head. Finally, they reach the base of her neck, and a thorned vine burrows itself into her spinal column. Maru's head is abruptly filled with invasive whispers from a consciousness not her own, hissing into her mind, twisting her thoughts and interfacing with her own consciousness. The lapine's eyes begin to glow a soft violet as the Wyld's magic tears through her psyche, and the vines close themselves tighter about her flesh.
It won't be long now, before The Wyld has completely exerted its control over her mind, making her its own. But something is...different about this rabbit-woman. It can feel that. Her mind is pliable, yet willful. Her physique is powerful and her eyes keen. A perfect host for a fragment of The Wyld's own consciousness. A new puppetmaster, in addition to the crimson-clad sorceress it had already taken. Maru's mind fills with a foreign glee, and suddenly her consciousness comes rushing back, though it has been...changed. Twisted by The Wyld's will.
"We have great power now," echoes the hissing voices within Maru's consciousness.
"We are you, you are We. We destroy the stone walls, We tear the weak, We are the strong. We must return the world to its natural state. Go. Raise The Wyld. Bring its power to those who call themselves 'civilised'. Show them strong. Show that they are weak!"
Suddenly Maru feels a surge of magical energy coursing throughout her. It is...foreign, different, but natural all the same. And it is deadly. With a flick of her wrist the vines of The Wyld will obey her command, parasitised wildlife and men alike obeying Maru's combined will. Almost completely autonomous is she, though her will is twisted to obey the ultimate rule of The Wyld: destroy the weak, become the strong, and flourish. She's overtaken by a strange yet irresistible compulsion to spread this blight across the land, and be the vessel with which it destroys the sapient races. The Wyld is pleased. Very pleased.
|
|
